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Tuesday, October 24
peace out. - Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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*swings back and forth on soles of feet*

SOOOOOOOOOOO.. you think my home is a fucking hotel eh??
*rolls eyes*

okay fine, tt's a bad way to address an aunt.
whatever. i'm tired. my family's tired. & i wanna go to a place where peace and love existed.
oh wait, that is supposed to be where a home is. but that's wierd, i'm already at home. i'm at home, in my sis's rm to be more specific, attempting to warm up my chair as i dry my hair, when mu aunt, future godma, comes strolling in like nth's happened.

fuck.

i wish i could welcome her in open arms with no harm feelings, but guess what honey, i can't. because i can't forget how frustrated my father is with her. i can't forget the no of sleepless nights i've had with her loud snores. i can't forget the irritation i felt when i couldn't even stuyd in my own room.

and i can't forget how much more often my parents fight because of her. pardon me for being so damn vulgar bcos hey, this is my blog and since less than a handful read this damn website anyway, i want to for once say what i please & to go on and on abt how life has been treating me.

yes, it's called ranting with a vengence.

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